FAIL

I won't lie. I gave up on the Celtics last night. I had to tune into So You Think You Can Dance between 9-10, and during that time, I used my commercial breaks to check in on the game. After SYTYCD ended, I flipped permanently to the game. I was tired. The game was depressing. I turned it off.

Why oh why did I turn it off?

I regret that decision oh so very much.

I want them to beat LA very much. I do. I think they're uber-talented. I think that Boston deserves this after the Superbowl fiasco. I think Kobe Bryant is a tool.

And yet, I gave up on the boys in green last night. I should have remembered that our mascot is Lucky. Although, Heaven knows, from what I've read in the game recaps, luck had very little to do with it.

Ten O'Clock

My goal for tonight was to go to bed by ten. I haven't done so successfully in quite some time, and I've noticed that my lack of sleep has been affecting me in a great many ways. Since I am going to NY for the weekend with some friends, I am fully aware (or maybe not fully aware...that seems to be a side effect of being sleep deprived) that I shall not be catching up on my zzzs.

I tried this last night. And then I had a terrible dream that I married a boy who I was pretty crazy about not so long ago. I woke up at three AM wide awake and not sure whether I was satisfied by the reason it was terrible (dream former flame is apparently gay, which made dream me very upset to tied to him for all eternity...in dream world there was apparently no annulment) or annoyed that he should be in my dream at all.

I tell you of this goal because it is not going to happen. No way. Why? I made the mistake of turning the game on.

They were losing. They were losing, but within sight of tying. They were tied. Now they're up by 10. I don't even know what to do about this. It's pretty awesome (although I am always wary of things that seem awesome), but I have that old Boston guilt re: turning the game off. If I turn it off now, and they lose through some terrible string of events, it will be because I jinxed it.

That is all. I will return my focus (or what is left of it anyway) to the game. And also try to hope that maybe the man in my dreams afterward will not be apparently gay former crush, but Rondo, or KG, or...heck, even Lucky.

Agony

I am trying to be more involved with the Celtics. I really am.

I don't know if I can watch any more of this game. It's killing me.

The score, as I type this, is 64-44--Cleveland. Okay. 65 now. Thank you, Perkins.

And Rondo goes down.

Honestly, guys. If you don't get 10 more points in the next 10 minutes, I'm switching to a Man Vs. Wild re-run. Listen, if Bear Grylls can drink fluids from elephant poo in the African plains, you can make this game worth my while.

EDIT: I gave you five minutes. I'm done. Instead of you listening, the Cav's just scored 5. Goodbye.

Dress codes and free throws

This morning, the only email in my work inbox was one from my supervisor reminding the "admin staff" of our business dress code. The official title of this dress code is "conservative corporate casual."

I do not approve of the use of "casual" in its name. There is nothing casual about it. No jeans. No T-shirts. No "gym or pool" sandals. No sneakers. It is nothing like casual. Take that work out, and we've got ourselves an accurate desciption of the way we are supposed to dress here.

Now. I am painfully aware that, while this memo was sent to the entire admin staff (6 of us total), it was just a less direct way of addressing me. The other folks dress perfectly appropriately. I have been known to wear, say, scuzzy flip-flops to work (8 years old, given to me free at a luau when I was 15, probably purchased at the Rite-Aid nextdoor to my highschool). Or, on occasion, a skirt that is above my knees (I always thought the rule for decent skirt-length was a few inches longer than where your fingetips land at your sides). Sometimes, although I don't like doing it, I have shirts that have a little bit of cleavage (listen, I'm a very tiny person with very ample bosoms...do you know how hard it is for me to find clothes that fit that do not reveal a little bit of cleavage?).

All of this to say that I am not offended by the memo, I am simply annoyed that I am going to have to spend a good day this weekend shopping for more clothes that can be deemed "appropriate" for work (now that sweaters are no longer seasonally applicable). I figured since I had always dressed this way (and have now been working here for more than 7 months), it wasn't a problem. Twas not to be.

It is harder than I thought to transition from theatre major college student (who wears comfortable, slightly trendy casual clothing until it is time to get into a costume) to conservative casual professional who only gets to wear jeans on the weekend. Mostly because I loathe spending money on clothes.

On an entirely unrelated subject--I was at Game 2 of the playoff series w/the Hawks Wednesday night. In premium seats. Looking down at Bruce Willis' shiny head (have you ever heard 20,000 people yell "Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuce?" It's phenomenally similar to hearing 20,000 people yell "Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuke"). I had a great time, and am seriously considering investing more time into watching the NBA on television as a result. I'll watch a Sox game or (more commonly) a Pats game every so often (all the time in playoffs...but during the regular season, let's face it, I've got better things to do than sit there for 4 hours), but never really considered watching the NBA before. I played basketball in high school, and really enjoy the sport, but it just never dawned on me to really pay attention to the NBA. But basketball games are quicker than baseball or football, faster-paced, and just as exciting as any other sport. Plus, I like it that we have a player who shares a name with a musical composition form (bonus points if you know who I'm talking about).

So Celtics, I think I'm going to start paying attention. Please thank my boss and his ticket raffle for your new fan. And I'm aware that Mr. Bibby would say that I'm a "fair weather fan," but a fair weather fan is better than an imaginary one.

Admin Day

As it turns out, today is National Adminstrative Assistant Day. Or something thereabouts.

Free lunch, flowers, the works. All from our pretty awesome supervisor. This is made even more marvelous by the fact that I didn't know such a day existed. Surprise free lunch and flowers. A-nice.

Also, I won Premium Club Celtics tickets for this very evening. I don't follow the NBA, but I know enough to know that this is a very big deal. And I played basketball in high school, so I'll at least be able to tell when they are blocking out. Or shooting free throws.

And left the apartment wearing my walk-to-work flip flops, carrying my at-work high heels in a bag. Turns out those high heels are from two different pairs.

So I'm spending National Adminstrative Assistant Day wearing scuzzy white flip flops. I was going to run to Marshalls on lunch break (and enjoy the fabulous weather God is giving to adminstrative assistants everywhere) and puy some appropriate pumps, but this free lunch thing is taking that time slot.

I won't complain. Scuzzy white flip flops it is. Take that, Stacey and Clinton.